All Around, Winter Drowns [PARTY!]

[Opuk]

Oh my, what was this? Invitations were fluttering around every single area, dropping from the sky and smacking people in the faces, along the way, a little Moogle flapped their wings, apologizing - squeaking, and leaving an embarrased apology in the form of ONE POTION to anyone who was invited...which meant everyone, of course!

For some reason, an organization member by the name of Zexion had bothered her, and though she was rather irked, knowing that they were the supposed bad guys she was given a sack full of letters! Opuk was more than pleased to disperse the invitations upon the ground! A delighted look stretched upon her face as she fluttered down and about, dipping through the world, and would eventually leave the rest of the invitations to the other two Moogles she knew very, very well. She was positive that they had gotten the letters from a person named Mar...mar...whatsit. And Demyx. His name was easy to remember...because it reminded her of a Demo. And a mix. Combining those were rather easy! However the other person, all she could remember was his ridiculously feminine hair color.

What kind of man had pink hair? How did he get it? Was he born with it? What a conundrum! Squeaking as she bumped into a branch on a tree, she snagged, but then freed herself and continued on her way, dipping through portals and riding Gummi Ships efficiently through the Worlds, announcing a party at Castle Oblivion!

Eventually, she had returned, looking up to Zexion and gave a baffling, happy smile. "They've all been delivered sir! All empty!" Opuk shook the bag wildly to emphasize her point, and then gave him a potion as well, smiling and flicked her small wings out, wiggling. "Well! I have to go Kuuuu! More deliveries you know!"

And with that, the little Moogle was off!

The PARTY has begun! Please wait for Zexion to post first! :3

Please update your inventories to carry ONE POTION, other than the one you already own!

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[Cinnamon]

Zexion stared at the odd Moogle as she flew away. The distinct features of it were a bit unnerving compared to the old Moogle they had. It hadn't wanted to come back because of their death and no warning that the members were dying. It had waited for months yet they had never shown up. Fed up, that Moogle packed it's bags and bolted out of there with a few choice items from each of the member's rooms. So much for that Moogle.

However, it seemed as if there were new Moogles, braver, smarter Moogles who held themselves against the environment, and the best thing was that they delivered to anyone, anywhere for free. It made him rather content to know this. Flipping the ball of the hat upon his head out of his face, he moved inside of the castle, leaving a few of the 'guards' to their business. Animated statues wouldn't have been his choice of a fine guard, but he supposed the Superior knew better. After all, a Keyblade can only hack at so much.

Oh. That's right. He thought to himself. Weapons weren't allowed at this party, not in the least. Zexion couldn't summon his weapons, nor could any other Organization member. He assumed it was going to be the exact same for the whole lot of people that would join into the fun, but wouldn't doubt there was a trick to getting your weapons out. The Superior always thought twice on the security of his members. It was a shame that he hadn't noticed that even the few of thirteen members could betray from the inside.

Feeling a splat of something wet against his nose, he'd peer up and display a look of curiosity, hand stretching out. A festive...decoration. Snow. How did the Superior make snow? The thought buzzed through his mind, and then he rolled his eyes. Vexen must have had something to do with this. Wandering into the main area that the party was to take place, he deposited himself within the shadows, close to a curtain of black. If it weren't for his extremely pale skin, and his moonshine colored hair, he'd have blended in perfectly.

Eyes buzzed around, the floors were polished, and even enchanted to have some Christmas-like designs, silver and gold ribbons danced against the marble, and wound up to the ceiling, mistletoe hanging close to his - wait. Jolting to the side, he moved to sit in a safer area. Then he realized it. Mistletoe was everywhere there was no safe place. Where could you get some cards to paint the roses red when you needed them?

Moving his collar up, as he was wearing a turtle-neck underneath his cloak today (which it was a very dashing, dark blue upon him), he hid his mouth and cheeks away from kisses. The only place they'd be getting if they wanted a kiss was his eye. And he doubted that they wanted to kiss that. Wondering who was the buffoon that had decorated the whole place with the kiss-bestowing gift of terror, he could only think of one over enthusiastic Organization member...but somehow he doubted that Demyx would have done this.

Of course, he could always be wrong. Even though Zexion disliked being incorrect with assumptions.

[clockwatcher]

So far, the Ninth member of the Organization was having a great time preparing for the Christmas party. He wasn't exactly sure what a Christmas party would entail, and he had zero luck with seeking input from the others; for one, Xigbar was nowhere to be found, and thus, Demyx couldn't ask him about the party. Second, the other members were, as far as he knew, scattered across worlds, except that one or two of them must be around this.. this castle, for there were decorations already around the place by the time Demyx had arrived. Castle Oblivion, right?

He had never been there before, and so, for a couple hours or so, he had been wandering around (and only where he was permitted to wander) checking everything out, but really, there wasn't much to look at. Every room was simply massive, and... well, empty. Almost. And white. The only colour there was, that added personality to the rooms, were the decorations; mostly ribbons, and odd, cold things that floated down from the ceiling, presumably out of thin air. Demyx had never encountered snow before, but upon realizing that it was only frozen water, he didn't mind it. Too much. And how did he find out? With a taste test, of course. Snow looked edible enough.

The Castle didn't look quite festive enough, though; so, after he had found the boxes where the supplies were stored, he had helped himself to some green things, and then went on a mad, decorating spree, displaying the green things where ever he could. He wasn't sure what these meant, either, and there was no one around to ask questions, still; he would have to wait until he met one of the more amicable Organization members before he could start bothering them with questions, the answers he should have already known. And, to help fit in with the holiday (Demyx' most favourite thing in the world!), Demyx was wearing a few accessories.

Of course, he was wearing the hooded robes; he wouldn't be able to exist without that- and an over-sized bright-red collar with gold bells fixed along its sides (thankfully, only a few of the bells jingled) and, perched on his head, was some kind of headband. Attached to the sides of the headband were reindeer antlers made out of resin, so they were rather sturdy, but not unbreakable and were solid, unlike the poor quality antlers made out of felt and wire.
However, the antlers were stylized like a White-tail Deer's antlers, and not what they should have been, a Reindeer's massive antlers. In addition to the antlers, situated underneath each antler were deer ears made out of soft cloth, filled with a little bit of stuffing so as to make them plush-like, and not just appearing to be flat pieces of cloth fixed to the sides of his head. The headband was good quality; it fitted him, and so far, wasn't prone to falling off every time he moved his head.

The Nocturne-turned-reindeer had finished with his decorating, and presently, he was playing with some ribbon that he had stolen from a statue, and was boredly swinging one arm, waving the ribbon about. He was leaning against a wall, waiting for something, anything, to happen. What good was a party when there was no one around to 'party' with? Demyx sighed, and at that moment, he saw someone out of the corner of his eyes, enter the room; he turned his heard sharply in the direction of the newcomer, and his face brightened once he saw who it was. Or, really, who he thought he saw. The newcomer was wearing a lot of clothing that obscured his face, but the long, blue hair was unmistakable. Hoping to grab his attention, Demyx waved at the figure, the ribbon trailing after his fast movements.

[bulletproof]

Luxord flashed his blue eye along the halls of catsle oblivion seeing multiple bundles of mistle toe hanging from various locations. As the red of the berries caught his attention he snarled after curling his fingers in on his fists. He gives a look of disgust even though he really doesn't have a sturdy opinion on the festive decorations. They seemed to remind him of blood covered leaves, however he took little time to fully analyze them as they made his head hurt.

As Luxord moves into the larger room, he finds the source of the accursed decorations, at least that is what he assumes. His steps follow slowly after one another, echoing through the seemingly endless halls. He folds his arms and looks at Demyx with an 'are you serious?' sort of glance, curling some of his blonde beard inbetween his thumb and his forefinger afterwards. His vision was then lead to a ribbon that Demyx was holding in his hand, causing it to whip about in the air as he waved at another figure.

Lux's steps came to a halt as he met Demyx almost face to face, hoping that it would be enough to get the other member to stop waving like a heretic. "Demyx, was this your bloody idea, or are these horrid decorations just of the ubiquitous sort?" Luxord waved his right hand above his head, motioning to the castle decor. He sighed heavily as he peered to his left, spotting an eloquent looking buffet setup lined against the wall. Of course this table had what any festive banquet should have, a rather large amount of food. The tables, of course, were decorated as well, however whether Demyx had placed the accesories there or not was beyond Luxord's current mental interest.

Walking over to the multiple tables, lined with plentiful amounts of food and beverage, Luxord examined the food closely as if there were something odd about it. He stepped closer to the tables edge, picking up a hulking turkey leg from a silver platter, the juice glistening from the light within the castle as it ran down onto his plate. He fawned over it at first, thinking that he felt hungry, but then he simply set it on his plate uninterested and moved to the next dish.

The next dish was stuffing, no, not of the teddy bear sort. Luxord stabbed a piece of the stuffingwith a dinner fork and sniffed it lightly as he brought up near his mouth; the fact that he could actually stab it firmly disturbing him. "Who made this food, am I even entitled to ponder?" He said with his nose turned slightly into the air. He moved on to what appeared to be some sort of pie, it appeared to be a normal pie other than the fact that streaks of neon blue were riddled across the crust. "Horrible, absolutely dissatisfactory." He said with a dignified tone.

[Xion]

Xion wasn't even aware of the Christmas party. Well, truth be told, she'd fallen asleep. After that last mission -first one to this new life, she was pretty tired. The heartless she'd faced in Wonderland had been, to say the least, merciless. She now had a sharp headache resulting from the multiple times she'd had her head beaten into the trees by those....really large, Large Bodies. Going on her own hadn't been her brightest idea.

So now she was fast asleep in her room; resting. It wasn't until she rolled over and fell off her bed that she woke with a surprised gasp before hitting the floor. Hard. That was going to hurt later. Xion managed to pull herself off the ground and get back to her feet. It was then that she heard voices somewhere and spotted the invitation. She rose an eyebrow and then, in childish curiosity, she tucked the invitation into her pocket and left the room.

She found herself in the place where the party was being held. Blue eyes stared around the room, looking at the decorations in silent surprise. It was the snow what drew most of her attention. How could it snow inside a closed area? She then figured it had been Vexen's doing...and flinched at the thought. For some reason, she didn't want to run into Vexen, so for as long as he didn't show up it would be fine.

Even after taking half a glance around the room and reading the invitation; Xion wasn't all that sure she should be there. She still had the impression of being an outsider to the rest of the Organization, besides the fact that she wanted to go back to sleep. And the invitation didn't say COME OR ELSE so there should be no problem if she left. But on the other hand, a party might be fun. Maybe if she pulled up her hood and didn't speak, everyone else would think she was Larxene and leave her be. That wouldn't work, though, she was still several inches shorter than Larxene--and than everyone else for that fact. Too bad the darkness hadn't bothered to make her taller.

So now the child stood in the back of the room staring at everyone, unsure of what to do now.

[clockwatcher]

It did not appear that his colleague would respond to Demyx’ frantic waving; Demyx would continue his best at capturing Zexion's attention in whatever way was best. He thought about leaving his post and heaving over to him, but that would have to wait, for Luxord suddenly blocked his path, giving him a dark look. Demyx’ ribbon-waving gradually slowed down and, not liking how close Luxord was, he leaned slightly backwards, and bumped into the wall. Although it was obvious that Luxord was not at all pleased with Demyx’ decorating-spree- or so he liked to believe, the young blond was seemingly ignorant to Luxord's displeasure; a cheerful grin was on the Nocturne’s face, and he waved a hand in the air, gesturing towards nearby decorations.
”These things? Can’t say that it was totally my idea, man. Don’t like ‘em?” His grin disappeared, and he turned his gaze to the ribbon, which he had started to wave about again, and shrugged his shoulders, the bells on his over-sized collar jingling loudly.

”Not everybody’s into parties, I guess..”

He seemed almost disappointed that Luxord was not in a festive mood, whatever that truly meant for a Christmas party, but his melancholy would disappear as soon as he noticed that the Gambler was no longer blocking his path, and was now raiding the buffet table. His attention diverted from Zexion for the time being, he followed Luxord, and sat down heavily on one of the seats, and sprawled out as usual. The ribbon was still in his hand, and he began to curl it around his fingers; as he began to speak to Luxord, he kept his eyes focused on the ribbon.

”What have you been up to, man? Got any new card games?” No.IX was never very good at cards, however, that didn’t stop him from taking the opportunity of post-poning a mission or two with a little bit of so-called practice. He looked up from his ribbon, and leaned forward till he was sitting on the edge of his seat, and looked over the vast array of food. Demyx decided to follow suit,; he swiped a plate, and did not take very long with filling it up with various foodstuffs. He probably wouldn’t eat much of it, for much of it he hadn’t tried before, and so would have to test them with cautious bites. However, he soon discovered that he enjoyed much of what he had collected on his plate; he turned to Luxord, his mouth full of food.

”’Oo don’t ‘oh wha’ your mi’fing, Lu’sord. “ He leaned back into his seat, and glanced around the room, particularly to see if Zexion had moved on during Demyx’ encounter with Luxord, He found somebody else, though: another Organization member. From their size, Demyx guessed that they went by the name of Xi-somethingorother. He quickly turned back to his food, though; he wasn’t going to wait until somebody else raided the entire table.